Shitty teenage poems filled with angst

Haunt

It's been so long I forgot how you sound
It's so weird because once the sound of your voice was all I could hear dancing in my brain.

I sit here reading this poetry book you sent me with your signature signed on the inside in black ink,
Sometimes late at night I trace the signature with my tiny hands and suddenly your voice is in my head echoing and it puts me at ease.

It haunts me
For some reason the thought of you just won't go away it won't stop replying like a picture book
And now that she's gone it feels like your presence is here to stay dancing around the ballroom that is my mind.

And I'm left with your ghost keeping me company, the way I get chills when I'm alone god damn I can't escape the way you haunt me.